Unsent Letter To An Old Friend

I just went for a job interview near that place where you first
worked as a junior clerk.

Do you remember that night-club that you swore you would never go
back to anymore because of all the drunken guys that tried to
score ... well it is definitely no more ; it got squished by an
enormous apartment block with a trendy coffee shop on the ground
floor.

Remember that burger shop where Dave always went back for more
... well it is now an empty lot with graffiti scribbled along the
walls.

Guess what ... McDonald's is no more ; replaced by an
international bank which looks so swank rising up those century
old stairs.

What is it with this place and all its banks ; while so many
small shops are now for rent ?

Why does this place feel such a disgrace ?

In a way I am glad you are not here anymore because this is now
not how we spent our youth ... it is just a poor excuse for
social inequality abuse which you could never stand.

That column you use to giggle at because it looked like an erect
penis is now covered in white pigeon crap ... you would laugh
even more.

Our bench is still waiting there ... though the fountain's water
evidently is all spent.

Our initials are still there ... though the heart has deformed
under layers of different shades of paint.

I guess this place is no longer full of grace.

Kindest Regards,
your old

Well, well I will be damned, that old hobo is still standing
there , though he looks much worse for wear , and he still swears
that the lord will come.